"You're back!" Jasfoup smiled in delight as Harold walked through the door. "Are all the strange worlds and new frontiers conquered for another day?"
"I am," said Harold, "though it was a near thing. I was almost eaten by a hag. She tried to gut me and smoke my bones over a barbeque pit."
"I'm glad," said Jasfoup. "It would snerrate me so, to hear of you being dismembered in some far off land."
"Snerrate?" Harold frowned. "Is that good or bad."
"Oh, bad, definitely." Jasfoup picked up Harold's new hat and tried it on. "It has the roots 'serrate' -- to cut up – and 'sneer' – a facial expression implying contempt. I'd be dismissively cut-up about your demise."
"That's encouraging to know." Harold patted his shoulder. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," said Jasfoup. "I'm so pleased you're back to look after the baby."
Thanks to spacedlaw for the word 'snerrate'